Candlelight and Cake Walks
The problem with men who rewrite history
casting their new role as victim
of heartless sail-away women
is their book is too tedious,
spine-burst by metaphoric
You blame me for your cake walk thirty years back,
but I never offered to help fire the stove.
We both know if I'd run to you when you left her
you'd be lighting my candles, not force
feeding me stale, bitter cake slices,
kept carefully preserved all these years
in both freezer and heart.
Art: The Dance 02: Itzhak Ben-Arieh
Israeli artists Itzhak Ben-Arieh's creations have
appeared on my site many times. His work is
always a delight. See more of his work HERE.
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